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...totality. Few devotees of Martha Stewart are going to build a Palais de Poulet, then match their wall colors to the aubergine eggs laid by her free-range chickens. And it's unlikely that Abundance's 2.2 million copies are in the hands of many people who actually hauled junk out of the basement last Tuesday. But Ban Breathnach is right: you would feel better after clearing a space for yourself. So much so that just thinking about it is enough to lift the spirit...
Reading the shopworn stereotypes and outlandish characterizations of central Nevada in Walter Kirn's piece "Conspiracy, U.S.A." made me suspect the authenticity of the reporting on the other places. Do brothels and junk stores offer an accurate window into Nevada's towns? Or perhaps you were just looking for something colorful from the Wild West. At best, the Nevada story was condescending. It is a good example of how presuppositions can control perceptions. ED IVERSON Fallon...
DIED. ARTHUR LIMAN, 64, among his generation's best-known litigators, whose A-list clients included junk-bond king Michael Milken and the Senate Iran-contra committee; of cancer; in New York City. Liman brought a rare exuberance to a career that spanned prosecuting white-collar crime, haranguing Lieut. Colonel Oliver North and investigating the riots at Attica. (The searing Attica report he helped write was nominated for a National Book Award.) The famously disheveled Liman was known for getting so caught up in the advocacy he loved that he sometimes showed up in court with the pants from...
...Utah desert, where patriotic citizens who once loved the Pentagon now distrust it enough to wonder about all the chemical-weapons stockpiles waiting to be incinerated in their backyard. The NORAD installation in Cheyenne Mountain, Colo., built to track Soviet missiles, now scans the skies for space junk...
...Austin, Nev., a rickety mining town whose gold ore was exhausted years ago, junk-shop proprietor Leo Wolfers is sweeping up a pile of window glass shattered by a mysterious sonic boom. Wolfers is used to the screaming fighter jets that take off from nearby Fallon Naval Air Station, but he says the plane that smashed his windows was no ordinary craft. "It was diamond shaped. It could rise straight up and hover. One of those planes they aren't allowed to talk about. Their pilots crash into mountains all the time, but the Navy just covers...